Cheryl woke up with her thighs sticky and her body already throbbing. The heat between her legs was sharp, heavy, and it hit her before she had even opened her eyes. She never wore panties to bed. She hated them. They always got in the way. The sheets were tangled around her legs, damp with sweat, her skin still hot from the dream she had been lost in.

She didn’t care to check what time it was. She didn’t care that she had a test she hadn’t studied for. None of that mattered at the moment. All that mattered was her pussy, soaked and aching for attention.

Her hand was...